The moment Mateo's fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, Bambi's breath hitched, her body arching instinctively toward his touch. The thin fabric was already damp, clinging to her swollen lips, and when his calloused fingertips grazed the soaked material, she shuddered. His other hand remained tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he leaned in, his stubble scraping against the shell of her ear.
"Such a good girl for me," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Already so fucking wet, and I haven't even touched you yet."
She whimpered, her thighs trembling as his fingers traced the outline of her pussy through the lace, pressing just enough to tease. The nightgown had ridden up, bunched around her waist, leaving her exposed to his wandering hands. His thumb found her clit through the fabric, circling lazily, and she gasped, her nails digging into the skin of his forearm.
"Please—" The word broke from her lips before she could stop it, her voice thick with need.
"Please what?" Mateo's breath was hot against her neck as his fingers finally slipped beneath the lace, parting her folds. "Use your words, mi amor."
She swallowed hard, her hips jerking when his fingertips brushed her clit. "Touch me. Fuck, just—"
"Just what?" His fingers withdrew, leaving her aching, and she let out a frustrated whine. "You want me to make you come? Or do you want me to stop?"
"You know I—" His fingers returned, two of them sliding inside her without warning, and she cried out, her back arching. He curled them, pressing against that spot that made her vision blur, and she clenched around him, her body already on the edge.
"That's it," he growled, his lips brushing her ear. "Take what I give you."
He set a rhythm—slow, deliberate strokes that had her panting, her hips rocking against his hand. Every time she got close, he'd pull back, his fingers stilling just long enough to make her whimper in protest. "Not yet," he'd murmur, his voice dark with amusement. "You don't get to come until I say so."
Her fingers clawed at his arm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Mateo, I can't— I need—"
"You need what?" His thumb pressed down on her clit, rubbing in tight circles, and she moaned, her body coiling tighter. "Tell me."
"I need to come," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Please, let me—"
"No." His fingers withdrew again, and she let out a broken sound, her body trembling with denied release. "You'll wait until I'm inside you. Until you're screaming my name so loud the neighbors hear it."
She whined, her hips twitching, desperate for friction. His hand left her completely, and she nearly sobbed in frustration—until she heard the sound of his belt buckle clinking. Her breath caught as he kicked off his pants, his cock already hard again, thick and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He gripped her hip, pulling her back against him, and she felt the hot press of him against her ass.
"You're going to take me like this," he said, his voice rough. "And you're not coming until I say so. Understand?"
She nodded frantically, her body throbbing with need. He didn't wait—he pushed into her in one deep thrust, filling her completely, and she cried out, her fingers scrambling against the sheets. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against hers, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside her with every thrust.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hand tangling in her hair again, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "So tight. So fucking mine."
She could feel the orgasm building, coiling tighter with every stroke, but she bit her lip, trying to hold back. "Please," she begged, her voice raw. "I can't—"
"You can," he growled, his thrusts never faltering. "And you will. Because I'm not done with you yet."
His free hand slipped between her legs, his fingers finding her clit again, and the dual sensation sent her over the edge. Her body locked up, her toes curling, her back arching as the orgasm crashed through her. "Mateo—!" His name tore from her lips as she came, her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock.
"That's one," he grunted, his grip on her hip bruising. "Again."
She barely had time to recover before he adjusted his angle, his thrusts growing harder, deeper. His fingers worked her clit relentlessly, and she could feel another orgasm building, her body already oversensitive. "I can't— it's too much—"
"It's never too much for you." His voice was a dark promise, and when his fingers pinched her clit, she shattered again, her body convulsing, her pussy gushing around him. The wet sound of her arousal filled the room, her release soaking the sheets beneath them.
"Fuck—" Mateo's control snapped. He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his own orgasm tore through him. She felt the hot pulse of his cum filling her, his cock twitching as he spilled inside her. His fingers dug into her skin, his breath ragged against her neck as he rode out the last waves of pleasure.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, their bodies still tangled together, sweat-slicked and trembling. Then Mateo pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from her well-used pussy, and collapsed onto the bed beside her. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her thigh.
"I'm taking the job," he said abruptly, his voice rough.
Bambi blinked, her mind still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. "What?"
"Lucas's offer." He turned his head, meeting her gaze. "I'm taking it."
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, he sat up, swaying slightly. His hand pressed to his forehead, and she saw the way his shoulders tensed. "Fuck. Too fast—" He stood unsteadily, his cock still half-hard, glistening with their combined release.
"Mateo—?" She reached for him, but he was already moving toward the bathroom, his steps uneven.
"Just— give me a second," he muttered, shutting the door behind him.
Bambi lay there, her body still thrumming with arousal, her mind slowly clearing. The job. The argument they'd had earlier. The way he'd just fucked her senseless to avoid talking about it.
Her fingers drifted between her thighs, brushing over her sensitive clit. She bit her lip, her hips lifting slightly at the contact. The sheets were a mess beneath her, soaked with her release, the scent of sex thick in the air.
Fuck it.
She spread her legs wider, her fingers circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Her body was still so sensitive, every touch sending sparks through her. She imagined Mateo watching, his dark eyes burning as she touched herself, his voice rough with command.
"That's it. Make yourself come for me."
Her breath hitched, her fingers moving faster, her other hand slipping down to tease her entrance. She was still so wet, her pussy swollen and aching. She slid two fingers inside, curling them the way Mateo had, and her back arched off the bed.
The bathroom door was still closed. She could hear the water running.
She didn't care.
Her thighs trembled as she worked herself, her fingers slick with her own arousal. The orgasm built quickly, her body still primed from Mateo's touch. She bit her lip to stifle her moans, her hips rocking against her hand as she chased the release.
"Mateo—" His name slipped from her lips as she came, her body shuddering, her fingers buried deep inside herself. She rode out the waves, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her skin flushed and damp.
When she finally stilled, her body spent, she heard the bathroom door creak open.
She didn't move. Didn't look.
Let him watch.